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Still Here
Still plodding along. I want to write “through the gloom” but that would be gloomy. Better to say I am sure yesterday was the worst day (of this stupid cold – where is my raw milk?) and today will be better. The fire is roaring and the house is warm, even this early. All food smells disgusting…
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Small things
When walking through a flock of chickens, especially little chickens it is best to shuffle. Chickens make no connection between your foot and danger, focussed as they are on the bucket. So as I walk through, in my boots, I gently push a swathe through the little ones. They have let themselves out of the…
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throats
(I know my featured image never has anything to do with anything but I am sure you are used to it by now – never throw away a burnt pot – they come in handy) A throat – when stretched up to call out: is sublime, sexy, stream lined. When tucked into a scarf…
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Dancing
For the first time since early summer Our john had both weekend days off. So between much deserved naps he was able to get some barn maintanence done. This whole barn is slipping North, sliding off its concrete foundation. Years and years ago it was gutted (and those big swinging doors added, so it could…
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Kitty Toys
You wanna come and play, kitty? So all the kittens were named and presented with name tags. Counted, catagorised, sorted and inspected. Four of them being identical and all that, they had to have names. They were carted about. Taught to dance. Played in towers. Talked to. Watched and watched. Made new friends. Kitties as…
The Kitchen's Garden 